Outside the Box: Catching Up with Laura Lee Bahr

Since Ladybox dropped, Vol 1 contributor Laura Lee Bahr has been keeping busy.
To say the least.

Her poetry chapbook AFFIRMATIONS was gorgeous addition to the set, and a little different from her other works.

Her first novel HAUNT has since been translated and released in Spain as FANTASMA.

She’s released her second novel from Fungasm Press LONG FORM RELIGIOUS PORN, and made her directorial debut with BONED, a film she also wrote.

You can watch the entire hilarious wonderful thing by purchasing it from iTunes or Amazon now! 

Cosmic Bruja by Leza Cantoral

Cosmic Bruja
By Leza Cantoral

art by shin taga

Art by Shin Taga

Most dreams fade, but sometimes you have a dream that leaves an indelible impression upon the ridges of your mind, like footprints on wet sand. This is the story of one of those dreams, but in order to tell you the story of the dream I need to tell you the story of my first acid trip.
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Three Poems by Silvia Angulo

LUCHA TROPICAL

Lucha Tropical by Sarahe Roman.

Luchadora

The respectable face, has an air of concrete.
Somehow, the lassitude of a greater
Era pulls out the source of memory.
The wild water surges up, the desert covers
skin and hope and us. This black lung
of a man holds a woman losing
weight,
thinner, paler,
happier to be crunched.
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Artist of the Month: Hana Shafi

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Image by Hana Shafi 

What have you learned about yourself from being a creator?

I’ve learned that I am a fighter, that I am sensitive, that I am gentle and fragile at times, but also strong, and courageous, and fierce. I’ve learned to appreciate myself and to nurture myself. I’ve learned that connecting with ones sadness and pain is part of how you heal.
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The Dream Journal by Marilyse Figueroa

The Dream Journal by Marilyse Figueroa

Gleaming Light of the souls

Gleaming Light of the Souls by Yayoi Kusama (2008) 

Dream: I am John’s hostage. Most lovers are.

Dream: The zombies run after me, Ilía, and other children I don’t know. Where is Ámara? Why isn’t she taking care of her daughter? They’re not my children. Only Ilía kind of is.

Dream: Abuela speaks to me like a train whistle. I wake. Just the railroad behind the house coming alive.

Dream: John is tip-toeing outside his apartment. My mother and I are inside. He tip-toes, but I can see through the gap in the front door how he slides his loafers back on before he inserts his key and comes in. My mother meets John and says, “He’s nice.” She doesn’t know what else to say, my black eye says a lot, she says, “He really does have beautiful eyes.”
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Mi Hechizo Màgico by Elizabeth Vergara

Mi Hechizo Màgico by Elizabeth Vergara

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Photo by Rios de la Luz

tù,                                                                      y yo,

a walking supernatural act                          vulnerable and all

my own enchantment                                  soy toda tuya

touching my pain away                                I am under your spell

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